Jeffrey Dahmer doing amateur prefrontal lobotomies on his victims with hydrochloric acid and boiling water so they would be controllable.

What chewed at me was the story of how one of his very young victims escaped and ran naked through the streets for help---and the police took him back to Dahmer and there was laughter about the "lovers' spat"--meanwhile, the poor kid, who couldn't speak English, had been inadvertently, but stupidly, betrayed by the people who were supposed to protect him. The mind, it boggles.

No offense, Ashara, but after reading these, I find myself reaching for a big bottle of brain bleach. More and more I worry over my niece who is just thirteen and her friends who all seem like adorable, sweet girls whose interests run to soccer, horses and Frozen. And I wonder: do we really know what's going on inside their heads?

Murders on the order of the Clutter and Richardson families cause me sleepless nights as well...when I am visiting my family, I tend to run around and check locks on doors before I can go to bed. (Of course, there are usually anywhere from three to nine dogs being fostered at any given time and I suspect we would know about anyone trying to break in before they had reached a window. Even so....)

One that disturbed me (but had a semi-happy ending) was the case of a young widow in (I think it was) Oklahoma. She had married her riding instructor who was twenty years her senior. They had a child shortly before her husband died of health issues. (I can't remember if it was something like pneumonia or a heart attack.)

Just after his funeral a very distant acquaintance began to harass her and ask her out. He had been hounding her before she got married as well. She kept rejecting him.

Sometime after her husband's funeral, this guy told his friends he was going to her house to rape and kill her. Apparently, fueled by alcohol, he convinced another of his buddies to go with him to complete the deed.

The young woman heard them coming and, without going into detail, defended herself and her son with the 911 operator on the phone to hear what happened. The buddy got away. The perpetrator didn't.

I'm sorry she had to kill him, but I can't say this man was exactly a great loss to society at large.

Ed Gein. He was devoted to his fanatical religious zealot mother, and Ed really went off the deep end when she died. He killed two women and suspected of several more murders (including his brother). Good ole Ed had a habit of raiding the local cemeteries for body parts. When the police arrived at his house to arrest him they found (among other things):

* Chair seats made from human skin* Bowls made from human skulls* A corset made from a female torso skinned from shoulders to waist* Masks made from the skin from female heads* A pair of lips on a window shade drawstring* A belt made from female human nipples

Ed Gein was the inspiration for Norman Bates in Psycho, Leatherface in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre films, and Buffalo Bill in The Silence of the Lambs.

your stories reminded me of another one. I read the book and didn't know what I was getting into when I read it.

Robert "Willie" Pickton - he was a pig farmer in Vancouver. He slaughtered and made/sold sausage and yes, sometimes the sausage was not made of just pork . This went on for years and one of the reasons is that he mainly targeted prostitutes.

There was so much mismanagement of this whole case; from the police never really following up on missing persons reports (mainly due to the women being prostitutes); to Pickton sweet talking them when they did eventually come to investigate.

The trial (s) were a joke themselves -the first one ended (I think) in a mis-trial due to the judge giving out wrong info to the jury. The second trial went better -he received life without parole (for the first 25 years). But there was still a lot of back and forth appealing.

I just went to look up to see where he is now and my goodness appeals and whatnot are still going on.

Ugh. I just remembered a book I read years ago about haunted houses. The story of LaLaurie Mansion sickened me. I don't even remember the others stories in the book, but this one stayed with me because it's so disturbing. Even during the horrific era of slavery, what she did sickened the community.

My memory of details is very vague, but I remember reading about a man who was angry at his wife. So he convinced her to get pregnant, then waited til the baby was about 6 months old and killed it. That's bad enough, but he told investigators he waited til the baby was 6 months old so his wife would have time to bond and the death would hurt her more.

I too vaguely recall a similar story. I lived in Chicago then. I think the murder happened at least 10 years ago and probably more, and for some reason I think they lived in Indiana, not sure where, but the story was so disturbing I'm surprised Court TV, which was still Court TV, didn't glom onto it. I only heard about it on the local news and in the paper, and then nothing.

But I soon forgot about it as there was no further publicity. I figured the guy pled out to avoid the death penalty and went off to spend his life in the big house. His account of the premeditation and plotting to kill a child for revenge on his wife was beyond chilling. I believe his revenge was based on her cheating on him prior to their wedding. Because something like that justifies what this low life did, right?

I found this link for a similar story - he was mad that his GF didn't cut short her cruise when his farher died, so he married her, got her pregnant, waited, and killed the kid. So she would suffer the way he did when his dad died.

The death was initially ruled SIDS - had he not confessed, he might have gotten away with it!

Sorry - link is at the top of the post. My tablet is being annoying at me.

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